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Etching pallid dreams across canvas
draped with meaningless damask coffins,
that hold mortal's inner essence
binding though to stilt surface
of prejudice realities.
A torn feather from holy wings
encircling the wounded azure skies
bereft of residues of emotions cast,
that rested beneath growing disorder
in this cruel acutality.
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Author notes
Phrase prompt.
A contest entry
- IT'S A QUICKIE! 10/10/24 by HarvesterOfHearts.
400 points, ended October 1, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is really deep. This is the first entry I have read based on the phrase. Nice job! Good luck in the contest.
Midnight Lace -
I, too, lvoe the torn feather fromholy wings iamge.... really an evocative piece of writing.
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"A torn feather from holy wings
encircling the wounded azure skies" - amazing lines!
The imagery is at par.
Thanks for sharing and keep on writing my friend.
VIRGOAN
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wow i love this. i love the way it speaks to me. the expression and description of it all. this is a great one.
and good luck
theharvester
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